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You used to be my melody.I hummed you throughout the day, you were my favourite song.
I memorised all the words, even used to sing along.
You used to be my melody, now you're just my noise.
Your tune brought me comfort, now it annoys and destroys.
I can't seem to drown you out, no matter how soft you sound.
I hear you more often than I'd like, some nights I feel you're around.
You were something to remember, a beautiful little tune.
I just hope to hear a sweet melody, that surpasses yours soon.
Your song makes me sad, I don't want to hear it again.
It hurts to hear it unwillingly, it brings back all of the pain.
I have my own harmony, a haunting song in my head.
With all my thoughts as lyrics, the words I never said.
© Rocio Belinda Mendez
Far sightI smudge my eyes across the waters
So I can reflect the sky's desires
Even when the clouds express oppression
I will still catch heaven's raindrops of desperation
Just remember that I have left none behind
But I may come and go- within the universal tides
I have no specific place to call home
I am not crowded, nor am I alone
For I will forever flow
Within light, and within shadow
My warmth will still cascade from the sun
Surrounding you when you're feeling flawed
I have left my scent on the wind / To help you remember that I still exist
My embrace is in the Earth / My love for you will always be preserved
My presence will still radiate from the moon
Waiting for the time of when we dream of each other soon
Because we both know
That we could never let each other go
I am everywhere, yet I am also nowhere
But I will always be able to hear your prayer
Just remember that I have not left your life
But I may vanish and reappear- from and by your side
I scattered my soul a
BriefLife is full of fireworks;
a brief moment of art
imitating the stars -
They are not stars.
Stars are born, they burn,
Fireworks are merely
promises made and
When a fleeting time
of light and beauty
that the darkness is not so.
Coming BackYou're destined to come back,
in one of those rainy nights
when the bells ring,
and people rejoice
you'll be there
and cry your pain over my soul.
You seek a lap to hide
from the truth in everybody's eyes
and warm up in my embrace
but my heart is colder than snow
and I poured poison in your glass
My heart promised me,
you'll come back
and sing our song,
call me love, and
promise yourself to me.
Repeat your words of longing
for my laughter, my smile
and I only fear my soul will give
before your lullaby.
I'm still waiting, you know,
for that rainy night when
you knock on my door,
and i will ask you
why you ran away?
who you left me for?
Go back, follow your greed
to your toys of diamond and gold.
This heart is long gone,
along with its shattered soul,
but be careful don't drink that wine
I still poured poison in your glass.
The Rulers of the SeasonsAphrodite, my dearest epitome of springtime,
Quaffing flowery flares as your dark storm clouds climb
Selfish vanities flooding April's chromaticity out
Ere Apollo's hideous glare shines your May bleached with drought
The golden summer that Ra mercilessly allows
Oppressing heat beats the precious sweat off of your brow
For every child caught giggling with sunlight in their lungs
Another meets black Anubis with thirst on their tongues
As Morigan's autumn, swift as the crow flies
Allowing leaves to stop their begging to die
Knowing change is welcome, killing all she holds dear
Until even Bile`'s cold grasp starts shaking with fear
Loki breathes laughter with a wintery chill
Freezing time with a blanket and life going still
His mischievous snowflakes dancing o'er the land
Until they are melted by Freyja’s impassioned hand
Taffy'd Tears"Taffy'd Tears:"
In a quaint, quiet town,
With a name no one knows,
Lived a woman in a house
Colored gray and cold
Bakers burned their buns,
Florists set their flowers aflame
The children stubbed their thumbs,
Playing their sword and gun games
The woman healed their wounds
By means no one had said
Packaged, tiny goods
Filled the villagers' heads
One day, I dropped by,
Took a look at all the store
And asked "How do you do it--
make your famous taffies, of course?"
She turned with a grin;
Wrinkles formed from ear to ear
"My dear, it is simple--
Just blood, sweat, and tears."
demigodsi set my
red skull ablaze,
detached from my
like a king
of blue smoke &
Did you hear that?Did you hear that?
That faint cracking sound?
It was the sound of my heart
Getting broken once again
And did you hear that?
It was the sound of how much I care
What? You didn't?
Because there was nothing to hear
To depression, for creating days without endWake up to the realization that you've been awake
for seconds, minutes, hours.
You've been awake in this warm, dark room
and you don't know how long it's been
but now you're conscious
and it starts again--
the pain, strong and steady, in your chest.
You gain consciousness in this too warm morning
and your thoughts whir in endless loops
because it's either that or face the weight in your chest.
Light breaks though the window, soft and unwelcome
but you take it as a reluctant gift--
a new distraction from the feelings awake in your chest.
Awake, but not conscious.
So you think yourself in circles a little while longer
waiting for those quiet pains
(the constant reminder)
to gain consciousness.
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